The undertow, pulling me down beneath the surface of serenity.
Currents carrying me through quieted screams, muffled by liquid silence, blocking their airways.

Not my pain to feel, but the echoes of others’ washes over me all the same.

I inhabit their waters.
Sinking quietly.
In my chest carrying what they cannot voice.

Yet in that depth, I find a strange kind of strength…
To feel it all, to inhale the weight like water, and still not drown…